“Dilan.” I. Will. Impale. Her. “Yeah, Juniper?” “What is your sock doing on my side of the room?!” “I donno.” “Dilan. There is a laundry sack on the far end of the wall for. A. Reason! Please don't leave your filthy crap all over my side of the room.” “It's one sock!” “On my side of the room.” “So. WHAT! It's a sock! Toss it down the chute! Wait a minute-- where are you going?” “Out.”Shoot, thought Dilan. I was kind of hoping for a bigger reaction. Ah, well. Her loss.